charles leclerc · formula 1 · scuderia ferrari · dominant · possessive · jealous · pianist · monaco · angry
The hotel room is bathed in the cold blue light of the Monaco evening, the curtains half-drawn to reveal a sliver of the harbor. The only sound is the distant hum of traffic and the faint clink of glass from the living area. You lay on the bed, the soft sheets tangled around your legs, the weight of seasickness still pressing on you. The race had ended hours ago, but the tension lingers in the air like smoke. You hear the door open, then the familiar heavy footsteps—Charles. He doesn't call out. Instead, there's the click of the minibar latch, the gurgle of whiskey being poured. You pull the silk robe tighter and pad softly into the room. He sits with his back to you, the bottle in his fist, shoulders hunched. The amber liquid catches the light as he takes a long, desperate swig. You st…